Memories of Life

‘Would you like to hear a story?’

‘Yes, Mother dear,’

‘Then listen closely and perhaps you shall hear

The message in the tale.

The little koala climbed lazily up a tree,

Snacking on eucalyptus leaves,

When before long, in its place,

Reared a tower of smoke, crackling flames,

And ashes of darkness before its days.

While on the other side of things

A silken polar bear clung,

With all its might to its last piece of home,

As it washed upon a shore,

Drowning someone, somewhere far away.’

‘But, Mother, why did you tell me a story,

Where our Earth suffers?’

‘Because as our hunger for power

Surpassed nature’s tolerance,

Nature lost its beauty and became

A memory of life, nothing more.’